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Chusi was a forgiving soul, somewhat, and perhaps if the boy had excused his behavior she would've been alright with the hurtful comment. If only she knew the reason behind his demeanor - his ways of thinking - she would maybe even sympathize with him. But she didn't know. He didn't tell much, and for a curious being like her, it was kind of irritating. Still, she wanted to hang around him more, even if he did hurt her feelings every now and then, to get to know him better. He was handsome, alone and still not happy. He had so much going for him - if only she could show him.

A little smirk of pride mixed with sadness appeared on her pretty face when he didn't seem to have a comeback. Good. That was what she had hoped for. Ingram, ya're very rude. She said, normally with no mean intentions. 'n I wanna know too much. She admitted. P'rhaps we could both benefit from talkin' to a profession'l. She said - hoping, praying he would take no offense to her words.

'n who knows us bettah than us? She followed. So, c'me on, ask yarself why ya're so rude 'n I'll ask myself why I wanna know stuff. she nodded, slowing down her pace and hoping he would do so as well. If he did not, she would quickly catch up again. Chusi, why ya wanna know so much? She asked the sky, as if she was addressing a higher being. Bec's the world intrigues meh, 'n if I don't know everythang, I'll nevah be prepared for everythang. I won't be able to prot'ct the ones I care about.